Revelations

On her way to the battlefield in search of new blood, Justice had stopped at the plateau to poke through the old war memorabilia in the hopes of finding something she could make useful. It seemed like every fighter these days had companions and gear to give them the edge, and while she was still just as happy to get down and dirty with her own fur and fangs she wasn't adverse to actually winning either. Seemed like everything here that would have made for easy gear had already been picked over, though, and while she'd noticed things had a tendency to surface once in a while as erosion and whatever moved stuff around, she didn't particularly see anything that caught her eye this time either. Maybe she would have to actually trade for something custom one of these days. Well, the tanks gave good shade for getting out of the sun, anyway. Summer always felt crummy when you always wore a black coat.